Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Пироги

I know it will be like this
Whatever a trifle you bring
You will ring the door once
And here they wait, they laid the table
Ready pie, steaming tea
And the candle is already lit
Why come do not answer
Sit down at the table, let's be silent

I know the thing will be
That my house is empty since it snows
What evenings more in it
The guitar does not sing
Silent guitar hive sounds
And no swarm in the song of notes
And whose fault was her separation
Now does it matter

Look into her eyes only
And do not say a few words in the evening
Tired Smoked Candle
And the window sill rains claws
Where is the rain in the middle of winter
Why suddenly melting snow
Probably from the heat of silence
From rosy pies

And what the hell is that
What came before, what will happen in the future
And only evening or eternity
Your gaze will not let me die
You came for a purpose by chance
I pray you do not answer
I just need to be silent
And smile and watch

And in general, my words
Barely east laughing will drive away the darkness
I step beyond the threshold again
I'm leaving the prison house
And only the sun at sunset
So days after days I again
I'm sitting in the kitchen burning a candle
I make tea, bake a pie